My Moaning Neighbour

A neighbor slaps a letter on the door. Loud screams and moaning cut through the walls like they're upping the volume on porn at 2 a.m. My bad, he says, he isn’t rattled by the fucking. It’s the clock. Wants us to get busy earlier so people can sleep. Next complaint goes straight to the cops—unless we swing the door open and tug him inside. And by the way, another twenty. A picture slammed off the wall mid-thrust and he paid for the frame.